All In A Day's Work - Dr. Dre, Anderson .Paak, Marsha Ambrosius

Sittin' 'bout a hundred stories up, like what the fuck?

And I’m just lookin' at it all

I’ll be right here in Los Angeles

Lookin' like a villain layin' low

Nothin' I can do but pack it all up

Goin' up, but shit, I feel the love

Spotlight on me and I’m feelin' so rare tonight

Actin' a fool and feelin' alive

I’m fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault

Only type of livin' I know

See if it was you you would’ve killed yourself by now

It takes a special kind of mothafucka to live like this

And they ask me how I do it

Mothafucka just take a look around

Best believe I’m in the buildin' I hear you mothafuckas talkin' and all that

but uh

No, no don’t mention me at all

Yeah comin' live and direct

And I know you feelin' some type of way about it, but uh

Watch your mouth, I dare your ass to say somethin'

I thought it was all good

But now you mothafuckas crossed the line

Kinda pissin' me off

All the fans and all the fame, and though I gave everything to this game

They still complain

Now what the fuck do y’all expect me to do?

There’s so much fuckin' pressure

There’s all this pressure

And it’s all in a day’s work

Work, hard

Workin' so hard

365, hard work

It’s all in a day’s work

My whole life all I ever thought about was grindin'

Even though my surroundings only showed me crime and violence

That was back when a rapper needed guns way more than a stylus

And that was back when I felt like rappers was true mothafuckin' riders

Or even back in the day when I was a fuckin' youngster

Shit I was still sayin', «Fuck the police»

Born and raised in the belly of the beast

I had a dream that we was at peace

But I was so wrong.

so wrong

Y’all too wrapped up in the bullshit and bias

Now reality TV talks about pulpits and choirs

Some of these hoes give less than a fuck when they runnin' their life story by

us

It’s the worst when I’m in a hotel, like a Hilton sick and tired

Some of these housewives way too fuckin' desperate

These bitches thinkin' fame first

I can’t knock the hustle, it’s all in a day’s work

But that’s that shit with potential to make the game worse

Shit it’s just somethin' about that Hollywood curse

They just thirst

Hard times

I’m on my grind, fuck the part-time

Stay ready for war, I’m on the front line

I’m gettin' the feelin' like it’s all mine

It’s becoming the only feeling I know

Only type of livin' I know

Only type of livin' I know

Only type of livin' I know

Only type of livin' I know

Gonna go to work

We gotta work

We gotta work

Let’s get back to work

On the grind, back to work

Let’s work

Rich as fuck, but, guess what, I’m back to work

Overseas, back home, no time to sleep, I’m back to work

So many people that I love, they want my time but I got to work

Some of my friends don’t understand I got to work

Always talkin' 'bout bustin' the club but I’m like, «Fuck that I gotta work»

If you really wanna do it like this, shit you better get back to work

Back to work

Right back to work

Gotta get back to work

Shit, right back to work